Some days my mask does not hide sadness; it hides bitterness.
Some days acid runs through my veins and hatred festers in the numerous dark corners of my mind.
Some days I wish for everyone who thinks of me to feel the unimaginable, sickening pain of loss that I live with.
Some days I wonder why do stricken souls continue to suffer while watching the unjust and undeserving revel in happiness.
Today is one of those days.